Written by: Cody Collins
this is a story about when i took my very first breathe
I voraciously inhaled every last bit of what became my past,
my plated skin could not bare to last
even one more time
fine, okay. Listen. maybe the air i take isn’t mine to keep captive.
but nor is it anyone’s narrative to keep my earth breathing heart subjective
to what in ‘your world’ you think is objective.
i finally let go
i exhaled in its purest of form, it was me
it was finally something to let go of.
the quality of my existence should not be played with
the quantity of what i can hold should not be talked with
my first breathe was elastically formatted, glass plated
love dependent
my first breathe was CONCENTRATED ON ME.
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